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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() Floating away with only papers left behind-- a blip in the universe’s pools, one last burst of fired energy channeled by the stars upon departure is to recreate our birth. Each of the atoms that form the body I’m zipped into vibrates with the potential to create and execute something amazing, the same potential all atoms buzz around with, shaking slightly with excitement
and the memories of particles before it, ancestors in a speck of the world at its smallest. Someone has lived before me with this energy and matter and someone will live after, and our bones will rattle the same way, our brains thirsting for knowledge and the next path to take in the labyrinth we’re trapped in—for now. I acknowledge my living, breathing body from head to toe and all my limbs between-- as long as the lights are on and humming, the world is whispering that I matter. Swim in the depths of all we know and all we don’t, drink in your consciousness before it slips out of you, wet, cold, and silvery essence. I have been given the gift of time and each second the world moves, my world moves and forever turns until one day it will come to a hard stop. The stars connected at the perfect time so I could see their world through these eyes and leave my footprints and handprints all over it, writing my name on the walls over and over again until it is ingrained. Comments are closed.
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